i'll give juliana hatfield this -- she can write a decent hook... she can also write a pretty crap lyric, but then, so can we all... but this album -- and it is the personification of dated, with an attempt at grungy guitars interwoven with all the precursors to that horribly derivative 'i'm just a girl' no doubt nonsense and the worst of the lilith fair cliches -- is just aimless... i'm sure it sounded all cool and trendy back in 1993, when you couldn't turn a corner without hearing 'my sister' anywhere, everywhere... but now? well, the album is just saggy, of its time and not really irksome one way or another...
i see from the interwebs that she's still out there making music... good on her for doing what she apparently loves, but this, i'm afraid is just going to remain to me another average album from 1993. between 'my sister', her maybe relationship with evan dando, and the early blake babies stuff she did, i've dug deep enough... no need to get any closer...
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